This is one of the hardest books I’ve ever had to review. Almost entirely devoid of plot, this is essentially the episodic navel gazing of a highly academic anthropologist now working for a company. Pretentious, theorising, self-obsessed and absolutely compelling. If you love literary fiction, you must read this and I can’t begin to tell you why. It is a work of genius – and I don’t know why, it just is. I was riveted from page one. Utterly absorbed. It would make a magnificent film: lots of internal voice, layered storytelling, surreal imagery – are you listening Richard Ayoade…?